watching stars collide

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[vogelbird]

achilles: when I die, mingle our ashes together so that we may be together for eternity

historians: f is for friends who do stuff together

[maryjblige]

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[labias]

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omfg

[fieldandforest]

[gran-tired]

The year is 2056. A child enters the AP euro exam. They open the orange booklet. DBQ: Analyze the reasons and results of Putin’s ban on memes in the year 2015

[emmastonedaily]

Emma Stone for Vogue USA (November 2016)

[danskjavlarna]

Here’s the just-out-of-bed look of 1905, from Die Muskete.

[andrewstuntpilot]

Greatcoat goals

[thursday]

[birdleaves]

the beautiful game. the kings game. ball chess.

[coolhandofagirl]

the mcelroys are the last good people left on our forsaken planet

[roanart-blog1]

Happy National Coming Out Day

I love you guys <3

[easyreadingisdamnhardwriting]

Franz Kafka, the story goes, encountered a little girl in the park where he went walking daily. She was crying. She had lost her doll and was desolate. Kafka offered to help her look for the doll and arranged to meet her the next day at the same spot. Unable to find the doll he composed a letter from the doll and read it to her when they met. “Please do not mourn me, I have gone on a trip to see the world. I will write you of my adventures.” This was the beginning of many letters. When he and the little girl met he read her from these carefully composed letters the imagined adventures of the beloved doll. The little girl was comforted. When the meetings came to an end Kafka presented her with a doll. She obviously looked different from the original doll. An attached letter explained: “my travels have changed me… ” Many years later, the now grown girl found a letter stuffed into an unnoticed crevice in the cherished replacement doll. In summary it said: “every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.”

May Benatar, Kafka and the Doll: The Pervasiveness of Loss

For me there are two wise lessons in this story: Grief and loss are ubiquitous even for a young child. And the way toward healing is to look for how love comes back in another form. - May Benatar

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